WOYWW 260 - Happy 5th Anniversary!!!

Helloo

Happy Happy 5th Anniversary to all my WOYWWing friends and of course the host Julia, who had the idea of creating WOYWW.  I have a lot to thank Julia for... my blog - I only started it having visited Julia a few times as a non-blogger, lots of new blogging friends and some friends for life.  Thank you Julia!  Also thank you for the third Crop last weekend.  I had a ball!

Here I am enjoying some fun and in my "fun zone" on Saturday...

The day went so fast, before I knew it, we were packing up.

I mentioned a few weeks ago that I have rediscovered my love of poetry.  So especially for you Julia...

Our Day at the WOYWW Crop

Lots of excitement, squeals of delight,

"How do you dos" and "Give us a Hug",

"What are you up to" and "Ooo look at that",

A wonderful buzz here at Julia's Crop

Bags are unpacked, another arrives,

Jan's making tea and there's cake going round,

Name stickers on, desks getting fuller,

We're full of intentions but we must have fun.

Hardly time to settle down and 

Lunch is being announced,

After all the cake I have had today

 I shouldn't eat an ounce.

There's salad, quiche, meat and bread, 

All served with smiles and love,

The hall soon goes into deathly hush

Whilst we concentrate on grub.

The plates are cleared, we are all full, 

We all go back to our desks,

Lots more chatter, the Big Shot's busy,

"Anyone for tea?" "Oo err. Yes!"

More "Oos" and "Ahs" and "Oh that's clever", 

"Have you done that today?"

Wandering round desks, having a natter,

"Wanna swap an ATC?"

Silence now, Julia's talking, 

Tickets out girls, time for the raffle,

"It's me", "Its mine", "Oh drat very close!"

There's a free table too, don't leave nowt for the host.

Before too long some folks have to leave us,

More hugs now as they are packing and parting,

An exchange of emails and addresses,

"Keep in touch", best of Budds forever.

A flurry of packing, clearing and stacking, 

Jan tells us all the clock is ticking.

The keys need to be back by 5 o'clock,

Au Revoir, TTFN, see ya next Wednesday!

Enough of that...back to my desks, more of a case of Who's On Your Workdesk Wednesday...

Here is Fergus supervising my finishing off of my quilt.  Would you believe that I started this is around 2000?

And here is Monkey, wearing my WOYWW badge - now you know why I wasn't wearing it on Saturday Julia, and his new Buddy, made by Mary.  Thank you.  Blimey my desk needs a good tidy up!

Right then go HERE to see the Host and links to the other desks.

Hettie

 

Tea on Tuesday....T stands for PoeTry!

Hello There

It is Tuesday and, as I am inclined to do on a Tuesday, I am sharing a drink over with Elizabeth.  Traditionally it is supposed to be a cuppa tea but when I took my photo in readiness to share with you I had a glass of South African Vino at the ready so I thought I would share it anyway.   

If you happen to have read my previous post, you will know that I mentioned that I went on a Creative Writing/Journalling course on Saturday.  To be honest I was not sure what the day would entail but it was a really good day.  I had to engage my brain in a way that I haven't done in a while and also write more than I have done for a long while but I felt very good (and shattered) when the day was finished.  

The general theme of the day was Spring.  We were all asked, around the table, what Spring meant to each of us.   We were then split into groups of 2/3 and we were given a set sense (taste, sight etc) and time (3 mins) in which to talk to the other/s in the group, listing down any ideas.  The next 4 mins were spent in writing down our lists then picking out two items that stood out and write some words about each.  Bear with me here!  Rebecca then picked each of us at random and asked us to read out our words.  She then wrote all of them down and a Group Poem was born.....

Rebecca has kindly allowed me to share this poem with you and I would just like to share this with you know, whilst we are still in Spring.  I hope you like it...

Spring

Spring is when wet petals cling to you,

Rain heavying petals and wisps and making

Them earthbound.

Spring is the excitement of the new,

Inspiring an energy surge.

Spring is the bees buzzing,

Blue skies and sunshine,

Swifts screeching over the river,

Bringing back memories of

Warm Italian evenings.

Sniff and recognise the hedgerow smell

As a compot of the flavours of spring,

Forming an olfactory soup,

And let the smells inform your appetite.

Spring is the real New Year,

A time of new thoughts and new beginnings.

It is the sun warming, creaking, waking things up.

Watch the vast lawns of bluebells

Swaying in the wind.

Spring is the smell of the earth after rain,

A sense of awakening,

The bleating of new lambs,

And voices longer into the evening.

Group Poem

Spring Creative Writing Workshop, May 10^th 2014.

Arts Alive, with writer Rebecca Loncraine

I hope you like it.  Off now to see what other cuppas folks are up to and drinking over at Elizabeth's.  Hic!

Hettie